Out Of Control.

You only come by at night, because it's easier to lie, easier to let the flame go out and say goodbye. It's not worth the fight anymore, for i'm losing track of the score with my heart relapsing on the floor; something you've never realized before. Get it straight, get it right, sometimes I wish you were just out of my sight. No tagging along for the ride, I'm getting sick and tired of your pride. You're tongue is stuck, but razor sharp, how can you even begin to move quietly in the dark? It's something you won't win, for your prayers are nothing but one big sin, you're out of control like dust in the wind.